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  It soon occurred to him, however, that it behoved him to tread warily: even, if he could do it, to make a friend of Miles. Miles knew of his courtship of Fanny Wendover, and there could be small doubt that he had learnt of it from her aunts. He had shown no sign of disapproval: indeed, he had taken as little interest in that as in the disclosure that Danescourt was heavily encum bered, but if he was on terms with Miss Abigail Wendover it might be worth while to make a push to gain his support.

  Marriage had few attractions for Mr Stacy Calverleigh, but it had been forcibly borne in upon him that only by a rich marriage could he escape from embarrassments which had become extremely pressing; and he was determined to marry Fanny, even if he were forced to persuade her to elope with him. But it would be infinitely preferable to marry her with the consent of her aunts and her uncle. Selina he could bring round his thumb, but he had guessed from the outset that Selina was of less importance than Abigail, and that it was Abigail's influence which was the more likely to weigh with Mr James Wendover.

  He had no illusions about James. He had never known James's father, or his elder brother, far less his grandfather, but he knew that they had been bywords in their day, and that James was commonly held to be the epitome of a Wendover. He was ruled by two passions: a determination to advance the interests of the family, and an even stronger determination to avoid at all costs anything savouring remotely of the scandalous. He could be depended on to oppose Fanny's marriage to an impecunious young man of slightly damaged reputation, but once the knot was tied he could also be depended on to hush up the resultant scandal. And if he did not immediately make suitable provision for his wealthy ward he would very soon be obliged to do so, for fear of what people would say. This (according to the malicious) was the dread which governed his conduct. And if Stacy showed himself to be a reformed character people would certainly say very rude things indeed, unless James put Fanny in possession of at least the income from her large fortune, and of her ancestral home. Particularly, thought Stacy, if the clandestine marriage were blessed with an heir. For himself, he had every intention of behaving with the utmost propriety, even of resigning himself for quite some time to living for several months of the year at Amberfield. It would be boring, but once it was known that he was married to an heiress whose property would become his within a few years he would be able to exist comfortably on the expectation. It should be possible for him to settle with his most pressing creditors, and although he would still be in Dun territory there would be no longer any fear of finding himself locked up for debt. Not the most avaricious bluntmonger would proceed to extremes against a man who was heir (by marriage) to a handsome fortune.

  It was not, of course, the ideal marriage. He would have preferred – and, indeed, had preferred – a bride who had attained her majority; but heiresses were few and far between, and since his abortive attempt at an elopement his chances of being allowed to come within speaking distance of one had lessened to vanishing point. On the other hand, Fanny was a little beauty, and he thought that if he must become leg-shackled he would as lief marry her as any other. But he wanted to do so with the approval of her aunts; and, having made a conquest of Selina, he had been hopeful of achieving a like success with Abigail. Five minutes in her company had been enough to shatter optimism: Abigail was made of sterner stuff than her sister, and had plainly set her face against him. Probably James Wendover was to blame for that; perhaps another man's influence could be brought to bear with advantage. She seemed to be on friendly terms with Miles, which made it desirable to lose no time in enlisting Miles's support.

  So when he attended the ball at the Upper Rooms that evening, and found that his uncle was present, talking to Mrs Grayshott, he seized the first opportunity that offered of greeting him with every sign of pleasure. He was relieved to see that Miles did at least possess knee-smalls and a swallowtailed coat, but his fingers itched to rearrange a necktie which he thought deplorable, and to brush into a more fashionable style his uncle's raven locks. His own were beautifully pomaded, and swept into a Brutus; his coat exactly fitted his trim figure; a fob dangled at his waist; a quizzing-glass hung round his neck; the subtle fragrance of Steek's lavender water clung to his person; and a diamond pin nestled in the folds of his Oriental tie. In fact, as Lady Weaverham observed to Mrs Slinfold, he had the unmistakable London touch. Mrs Slinfold, concurring, added that in her opinion he was the first in elegance of all the gentlemen present; but Mrs Ruscombe, overhearing, said with her shallow laugh: 'Oh, do you think so? Such a fribble! My husband – so naughty of him! – calls him a positive coxcomb!'

  But since everyone knew not only that it was Mrs Ruscombe's custom to attribute her more damaging criticisms to her meek spouse, but also that she had made every effort to throw the eldest of her five daughters in Mr Stacy Calverleigh's way, this remark was received in stony silence. Mr Stacy Calverleigh might be too much of a bandbox creature for everyone's taste, but he was not a coxcomb, for he neither strutted, nor played off the airs of an exquisite. His manners were very agreeable, so that even the most censorious of his elders were obliged to admit that he was pretty-behaved enough.

  When Miss Abigail Wendover arrived, chaperoning her lovely niece, it was seen that she was wearing another of her London gowns, and agreed amongst her friends that she was in quite her best looks, only Mrs Ruscombe advancing the opinion that it was easy to appear to advantage if one was prepared to squander a fortune on one's back.

  This estimate was an exaggeration, but, being comfortably endowed, Abby was not obliged to study economy, and had had no hesitation in purchasing an extremely costly gown of figured lace, worn over a satin robe, which hung in soft folds to her feet, and ended in a demi-train. This, as much as the diamond aigrette in her hair, proclaimed to the knowledgeable that she had no intention of dancing; but Mr Miles Calverleigh was not of their number, and presently made his way to where she was sitting, and begged to have the honour of leading her into the set which was then forming.

  She smiled, but shook her head, saying: 'Thank you, but I don't dance.'

  'I'm glad of that,' he said. Then, as surprise and quick amusement leapt into her eyes, he laughed, and added: 'I'm a shocking bad hand at it, you see! May I sit down, and talk to you instead?'

  'Pray do!' she responded. 'I have been wishing for the opportunity of talking to you, sir. Have you yet made the

  acquaintance of your nephew?'

  'Yes, he was so obliging as to pay me a visit today.'

  'What do you think of him?' she demanded.

  'Why, nothing! Must I?'

  'I wish you won't be so provoking!' said Abby.

  'I wouldn't provoke you for the world. But what would you have me say? He was with me for less than an hour, and I can't recall that he said anything that interested me to the point of thinking about him.'

  'You are a most unnatural uncle!' she told him, with a severity at variance with the dimple that peeped in her cheek.

  'Am I?' He reflected for a moment. 'No, I don't think so. I'd three uncles, and none of 'em took the smallest interest in me. After all, why should they?'

  'For no reason at all, I daresay! Are you trying to make me – oh, what is it the hunting men say? – fly from a scent? Yes, that's it. Well, you won't do it! I also made the acquaintance of your nephew today, and I don't scruple to tell you that I like him even less than I had expected I should!'

  'No, did you? Your expectations must have been much higher than you led me to suppose!'

  'No, but – oh, I suppose I did expect him to be a man of charm! I don't find him charming at all, and I can't conceive how Fanny came to fall in love with him! Now, tell me to my head, can you?'

  'Oh, easily!' he replied. 'He is a very pretty fellow, you must allow! Turns out in excellent trim, too, and has both air and address.'

  'Oh, yes!' she said bitterly. 'Playing off his cajolery! He tried to turn me up sweet, but it's my belief he is one who hides his teeth. And when he smiles there's no smile